Love is an open door.
Love is wonderful:poems about love
7 But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”
exactly as it should be... ;-)
"Love means . . . a favorable interest in the satisfaction of . . . a second person. Love begins and ends abroad. . . . Love is . . . essentially indulgent; it coincides with, and supports, the interest which is its object. . . . . Love, in other words, is an interested support of another's preexisting and independently existing interest." . . . .
"Love in the present sense consists essentially, then, in an activity which supports the interested activity of another person; seeking to promote that other person's achievement of what s/he desires, or enjoyment of what s/he likes. Universal love would be such a disposition on the part of one person towards all persons. . . . . A personal integration dominated by such a purpose is know in the tradition of moral philosophy as 'good will'." (excerpted) Ralph Barton Perry
From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for
Today I have found you
and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did
I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you
with a hundred eyes
My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold
I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine
Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow
My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you
Your effulgence
has lit a fire in my heart
for me
the earth and sky
My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer
Poems are part of the world. People who live in the real world make these poems. And tell me, what is the real world?
they scored in the 94 th minute
but it was still too late to win it.
the Gers were too good
In their neck of the wood
Hibs fans said "Ahdunbilivit!"


Gee! electicpawns last one is definately worth publishing! real classy.